i could look at you
for the rest of my life
and never want to stop.
an endless world is painted
like softness over invincibility
in the irises of your bright eyes.
i stood for a thousand years
inside shadows of fallen leaves loves:
reread their pages until erosion took the words.
i could trace my hand
over the curve of your jawline
for as long as my muscles would let me.
you, so (dare i say it?) perfect, emerged
from beneath the bitterness, the ignorance,
i held so dearly: like a jewel, like a stone.
all the hurt that had laced my iron cage
evaporated, and the hate i bore simmered
into calmness, simplicity, and a new best friend.
i could lie in your arms
for a million star-dressed nights
and never tire of your embrace.
and though my mind can deceive me,
i like to think that you're gong to be
the "one", the "actual", the "realistic and perpetual".
i could love you forever.
the fire that sparks between us
could burn, high and strong, for eterni
Dark TonesDark Tones
grey of winter.
her soul coughs out
the poisons that simmer
within the rising white banks.
ever-growing is the thought
that something is beginning here.
these hallways smell of life:
a calm drowse laced with noise.
the windows are fogged
with my breath. i'm standing here
so still, my eyes searching: wild.
connection! i need a connection!
i hunt for silly, stupid things.
things i know will not satisfy me
things that can't satisfy the hunger.
i yearn for simple glances smiles?
dark tones, low music, they hum
like brown, dry leaves on the wind.
the winter to begin the trend, the cycle
starts with the reverberations of your voice.
stop slithering to me with your
crooked, v-like, triangle smile
asking me for an earful of gossip.
my woes are my own!
my soul, brimming with hate and
unrequited love, is not a newspaper.
take your secretive sources:
your eye-witnesses, your spies,
and mumble amongst yourselves.
my obsession is my own!
my wasting, my missing, my longing...
have no business in your rat-like ears.
retreat to your pack of coyotes
and tell them of how i growled back:
of how i snapped at your heels as you fled.
The KillThe Kill
rotting meat attracts my attention,
spoiling in the heat of the afternoon.
a deer stag, once strong and alive,
lies beneath the jaw of a feline beast.
her fangs drip with its blood: warm,
and her eyes glow a villainous gold.
my mouth waters, for i need a taste
of the sweet muscle of a dead champion.
my paws are light on soil: so cool and still.
the lioness, sun-drenched and spiteful,
touches no part of her successful kill.
my heart sinks as i watch it: uneaten, wasted.
after slim forethought, i lunge, my fangs bared.
claws and teeth clash to fur: our battle begins.
meanwhile, the carcass rots in daylight's heat.
nor a mouth or stomach will fill with satisfaction.